Every time you breathe, you’re swapping atoms with a cooking fire ten miles away, a car’s exhaust, and a kid’s balloon that escaped last summer. You are a walking, talking greenhouse of gaseous drama. And the best part? You never see any of it. It’s all invisible magic that keeps you alive, makes you sound ridiculous, and occasionally explodes.
So next time you sigh, burp, or watch a balloon float away, remember: you’re just a bag of gas with legs. And that’s pretty amazing.
